Not Just a Kingslayer

Chapter 13

Jaime woke up before dawn. He attempted to disentangle himself from Cersei without waking her up, but he was unsuccessful.

"Up so soon?" she asked sleepily, blinking her eyes.

"I have to go before everybody wakes up."

"Can't you stay a little longer?"

"You know I have to go, Cersei. It will be even worse for the both of us if they find out now."

"I don't see how it could be worse than when Robert was alive. But I don't care if they find out. Just stay a little longer, Jaime," she pleaded. "Prove that I am yours one more time."

He caresses her cheek with his thumb. "I wish I could, you know I do, but I have to go."

"Alright," she pouted,"but come back soon."

He kissed her lips softly. "I will."

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Daena looked around the room confusedly. Where am I? As she took in her surroundings, she realized she was in her room. I must've fallen asleep. She looked out the window and saw that the sun was barely above the horizon. Not for very long, evidently. She got up and searched for any sign that Jaime had come back at some point. Nothing. She sighed. Well I was looking for proof, I think this should do it. She suddenly slumped to the floor, sobbing. Why is everything always ruined? She sat there for well near an hour until she could finally convince herself to get up. She braided her long auburn hair and pulled on her simplest dress, not even glancing in the mirror as she left the room. Who cares what I look like, Jaime sure doesn't.

She walked towards the courtyard, hoping Margaery and Tommen would be there. Perhaps spending some time with them will distract me for a bit. She was in luck, spotting them immediately. She quickly crossed the grass to reach them.

"Hello, Margaery, King Tommen."

"Hello," Margaery said, turning. "Are you alright?" she asked, on taking a look at Daena.

"Do I look that bad?"

"Well I wouldn't tell you if you weren't my friend, but you look like you didn't sleep all night. And then fell off a horse into a bush."

Daena mumbled something incoherent, looking at the ground.

"Oh gods, you're not alright Daena, tell me what happened," Margaery said, leading Daena to a bench.

Daena slumped down and held her head in her hands for a minute, but then she sat up. She told Margaery everything. About making friends with Lord Baelish, about Jaime's confession the other day, about meeting Lord Baelish yesterday, and finally about Jaime going to Cersei's room.

Margaery listened the whole time, her face growing graver by the minute. When Daena finished, she said,"I'm so sorry, Daena, that should never have to happen to anyone! But the whole thing stinks of Cersei Lannister. I wouldn't put it past Lord Baelish, but she seems to gain a lot from it and he doesn't really. Plus, if you hadn't noticed, she seems to enjoy hurting people, and I would guess her lover's wives would fall high on that list."

Daena sighed. "Well then there's not much I can do, is there?"

Suddenly, Jaime walked past them. "Jaime!" Daena cried. She rushed towards him, but he ignored her, pushing open the door and going inside, leaving her staring after him.

"Trouble in paradise?" a voice called out. Cersei had seen the whole thing, and she was struggling to keep herself from grinning openly.

Daena walked back towards her and glared at her. "What did he say?"

Cersei put on a look of confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I know he went to you last night, don't try to hide it. The whole realm knows about you two. What did he say?" Daena was nearly shouting by now.

"Well he didn't really talk much," Cersei said with a smirk as she walked away. She couldn't contain her grin any longer when she saw Daena's face pale.

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Littlefinger chuckled to himself as he walked through the halls. One of his people had told him that Cersei had had an unexpected visitor the night before, and nobody had seen him leave. Well I'm sure she's very happy about that. He chuckled to himself again.

"Something funny?" Varys materialized from the shadows next to him.

"You need to ask, Lord Varys? I'm surprised your birdies haven't told you already."

"Well that's where you're wrong, my dear Petyr. They have told me, I just want to know why it's so funny to you. I presume you're involved."

"They certainly didn't tell you the whole story if you're not certain I'm involved. But why would I tell you if I was?"

"As I've said before to many people Petyr, why not tell me?"

"Usually there would be many reasons, but honestly, I think you're right for once in your life. I see no reason."

Varys placed a hand to his heart mockingly. "Why you flatter me, Lord Petyr."

"Well that must not happen often. People don't often find reason to flatter men with no balls."

"That was an exceptionally bad one, I do believe you're losing your touch, my lord."

"Never. Anyway, since you wished to know, I have agreed to help Cersei get rid of this wife of Jaime's."

"And now how do you plan on doing that?"

"Well you see, there's a reason she came to me and not you. She doesn't like me, but you would be incapable for this task."

"Ah, I see. But don't flatter yourself, Lord Petyr. Cersei Lannister doesn't like anyone."

"Well she does like Jaime," Petyr said with a smirk.

"That she does, my friend, that she does."